RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Darkest Of Nights - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sleeping in the midst of a desert storm, clutching closely to ajacket from the car.Spotting many lightening strikes coming to the ground, letting meknow that they had the power to control what went on in their territory.No room for mistakes, only precise injunctions of a lasting peaceful evening, sleeping in a desert storm beneath a full moon.Peeking from behind cumulus clouds, hoping to be able to move onmoments from now.Quietly sleeping in a maze of dreams, lasting throughout the darkest of nights.